A wasted life,
Trodden dreams,
A collapsing spirit
And
A ruined conscious
Are the few things
You leave in your
Aftermath.
I will let you go.
No energy, power,
Or stamina left to
Run.
To run after you
Will be akin to
Holding air...it
Dissolves.
Handful of thoughts,
Some memories of
A glorious past
Linger.
Been to the new
museum? Displays
us. The beautiful
Mess.
so touching ! almost in the mood of my last write .. i enjoy the aoin in your writes .. hope its not yours !
ReplyDeletedamn awesome...how come you know so many styles loved it >:D<
ReplyDeleteI like this one best so far of all your writing! It reminds me of another friend who used to write... don't you stop writing
ReplyDeleteI think its one of the best thought you ever fragmentised in your writings.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful mess is a sign of happening. A broken mess makes you history already. Running without too much air, gasping to get even some tiny bit of it... thats what rock'n rolla is all about :)
dnt knw hw to xplain bt u jst said wht my heart was repeating whn i was sipping hot coffee whc hurt my lips nd i was out of dream whr i was writing untold story of my end. Dnt knw who u r bt for a moment i found myself in u..i was completly lost aftr she ditched bt smwhr m not the only one alone. Have a good night :)
ReplyDeleteso glad you all liked it!
ReplyDelete@nimue: the world is mine ;)
@ani: too kind >:D<
@adriana: i won't. thank you :)
@apoyando: interesting take on this poem :D
@anonymous: i am glad it could be of some use.
You can read my mind, I say :)
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